too much, simply enough

She gets to be enough, she gets to be seen, she gets to be loved, she gets to be cared for. She can be loud and yell at the moon, sing at the top of her lungs, howl wirh the wolves. No longer silenced in fears of what ifs or when's. She can be big, she can dance to the moonlight, embrace her form, dress vibrantly, stand out. No longer to timid to shine. She can be heard, not the words that once held her mask. No longer silencing herself to save others mistakes. She can open herself to her own spirit so it shines out of her with such a passion others find inspiration. She can love in a way that everyone questions what she's doing, she makes it weird, she makes it beautiful, she makes it hers. To be loved by her is to be seen by her and accepted in those deep dark moments. She can feel, she embraces the softer things, stops to boop the moss, she pets the bumble bees and thanks them for their work, she feels the air moving along side her guiding her down this path. She can be me. I no longer have to live in silence. I no longer have to be to much. I can be me, we can be we and that is simply just enough. No longer too much, simply enough